Monday, 27 September 2010

Shortest of shorts.

Most people will know the famous six word story reputed to be from Ernest Hemingway,

For sale, baby shoes, never worn,

or the alternative,

For sale, wedding dress, never worn.

There's also the lost love epic,

Boy finds girl, boy loses girl,

and the defiant (and loosely translated!) one from Edith Piaf,

No, I don't regret a thing.

There's the Roman who said,

I came, I saw, I conquered,

Or my alternative love triangle tale,

She came, I saw, he conquered.

But now that it's autumn my favourite is,

I came, I saw, I conkered.

Well, you've got to try, haven't you?


  1. I have to say that I generally think of this kind of short short writing to be more stunt than craft. Good as a discipline and a warm up but not a goal in itself.

    But maybe I'm a curmudgeon.

  2. Me too really - but my post was just a bit of light relief.
    I prefer six thousand words to six I'm afraid.
    Thanks for your comment.